Siesta

One thirty p.m.
Waiting for the words to form
Do those come with rhymes?
Mind sleeps through the lack of storm

Six minutes just passed
There’s not a lot going on
I am no poet
Not one of my better cons

One forty p.m.
The couch looks so inviting
Siestas are awesome
Nodding off, stumbling, napping

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